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Friday, April 1, 2022

The Seconds

Last patches of snowflakes all nevertheless gone with every one other accompanied by first

Wildflowers flecking the lawn, I walked out

To the shed with every one other accompanied by pulled not shut the door

With a woody squeak, with every one other accompanied by there, rising from the grime floor,

Surrounded by a dusty clutter of tools,


A little mountain, the sort of thing my daughters

Might have scooped with every one other inside the let fall with every one other accompanied by left

For the faeries if it weren't a superbly conical accretion

Of turds. What to build of such a thing,

Holding the door, with every one other accompanied by beholding it inside the spill


Of the earliest light—and at that hour dated I knew

The droppings. Here she was, my elderly dog,

That gold-coloured shuffle of paling wheat fields who'd retrieved

And licked clean how numerous rocks thrown from this hand?

What was left-hand of her, here. What creature


Had carried every one dried nub from the yard's

Far corners to form this strange cairn? There,

Under the nail-hung weed whacker, my grease rag

On the ground pressed flat: a little couch I kneeled to touch.

Something had curled here inside the gasolined nights


All winter while snowflakes with every one other accompanied by additional snowflakes made a world

Of white mounds. I walked around back,

Searching for a gap, with every one other accompanied by stopped mid-step—

A big, squirrel-like bulk on my scrap wood,

The black, unblinking shine of a left-hand eye


Tilted in the direction of mine. No glimmer of flying inside that orb,

No twitch of scurry, only the deepest calm

As if the ages of the world were taking my measure.

I felt exist fond of a pane of glassware flat while I took all I could

Of it, its heaviness with every one other accompanied by whiskers with every one other accompanied by wide, rounded ears,


A lengthy bottlebrush tail stretched not here over my pile

Of sawed lengths of lumber with every one other accompanied by plywood,

And subsequent I would look for it inside a book among my stacks.

That night, following I turned not here the lights,

And my daughters asked for another story,


I told them of its midden while I sat on their floor,

Becoming another black form among the heaps

Of their clothes with every one other accompanied by stuffed animals; at first, "Eww!"

And at that hour dated only the sounds of breathing while they remembered

Their elderly dog, those restless slopes that passed


Through their arms, the watercourse sounds she made

Licking those rocks to death. Let us not permit go

Ever, is what I took from your cave-wall stare,

Wood rat, who would seize every one bloody tooth

My girls have tucked under their pillows, pack rat,


Who would build high ground following high ground of all the years

Of their homework, vestigial historian, who'd cleave

To the locks of do-it-yourself haircuts with every one other accompanied by clutch

Every tremor of their changing voices, their earliest words,

Every form with every one other accompanied by shadow of their widening gazes,


And all the firm shit, too, the nights of no indeed sleep,

The moist beds with every one other accompanied by fits with every one other accompanied by screams, slammed doors

And shaken fists (how lengthy have you been accompanied by us?

How numerous iterations of you with every one other accompanied by them with every one other accompanied by me?),

Even while you turned at last in the direction of the woods


Behind our house with every one other accompanied by slowly, one careful step

At a time, slipped away while if you'd already

Snatched all the rain-colored seconds

From all the clocks that at some time were or will be.

#Living #Death #Parenthood #Sorrow & Grieving #Time & Brevity #Relationships #Family & Ancestors #Pets #Nature #Animals

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